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Back and Side Go Bare 
Back and Side Go Bare Early English Lyrics (Chambers & Sedgewick; October House) 
cho. Back and side go bare, go bare Both hand and foot go cold, But belly, God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old! 
But if that I may have truly Good Ale my belly full, I shall look like one, by sweet Saint John, Were shorn against the wool. Though I go bare, take ye no care I am nothing cold; I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old. 
I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good; But sure I think that I could drink With him that weareth an hood. Drink is my life; Although my wife Some time do chide and scold. Yet spare I not to ply the pot Of jolly etc. 
I love no roast but a brown toast, Or a crab in the fire. A little bread will do me stead, Much bread I never desire. Nor frost, nor snow nor wind, I trow Can hurt me if it wold, When I am wrapped within and lapped With jolly etc. 
I care right nought, I take no thought For clothes to keep me warm; Have I good drink, I surely think Nothing can do me harm. For truly than I fear no man, Be he never so bold, When I am armed and thoroughly warmed 
 With jolly etc. 
But now and then I curse and ban They make their ale so small. God give them care and evil to fare They stry the malt and all. (stry=destroy) Such peevish pew, I tell you true Not for a crown of gold There cometh one sip within my lip Whether it be new or old. 
Good ale and strong maketh me among Full jocund and full light, That oft I sleep and take no keep From morning until night. Then start I up and flee to the cup The right way on I hold; My thirst to staunch, I fill my paunch With jolly etc. 
And Kit, my wife, that as her life Loveth well good ale to seek, Full oft drinketh she, that ye may see The tears run down her cheek. Than doth she troll to me the bowl As a good malt-worm should And say:"Sweetheart, I have take my part Of jolly etc." 
They that do drink till they nod and wink Even as good fellows should do, They shall not miss to have the bliss That good ale hath brought them to. And all poor souls that scour black bowls And them hath lustily trolled God save the lives of them and their wives Whether they be young or old!
 (see note on JOHNDORY)